The memories, these shadows are too long
our short body,
this trail of death
we leave living
the lugubrious and lasting memories,
here they are already appearing:
melancholy and silent
ghosts agitated by a wind funeral.
And you’re no more than a memory.
You are pierced in my memory.
Now yes, I can say that
that m’appartieni
and something happened between us
irrevocably.
It all ended well kidnapped!
Rash and mild
the time we reached.
Of fleeting moments hatched a story
well closed and sad.
We had to know that the love
burning life and makes time fly.